As the white flakes flutter and rest on the ground
there’s no warning of danger, no warning by sound
the coldness descends, as a white blanket is thrown
by Mother Nature, over everything, with no pity shown.
Quietness reigns on, normal life says goodbye,
as another wave of flakes drift down from on high,
you clear away one covering, another takes it’s place,
and the mounds you’re creating only need a smiling face
to change to the snowman, you once built as a child
but you cannot stop now, this ‘flaky’ weathers going wild.
LadyP © 2010